tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post8173145317435000229..comments2023-11-03T01:28:44.624-07:00Comments on My Masonic Apron: Say What You WantMr. Apronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00176310548094283074noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post-19583286496893487332011-03-17T17:54:44.422-07:002011-03-17T17:54:44.422-07:00Lynsi--
What do you get? You get to be the wrink...Lynsi--<br /><br />What do you get? You get to be the wrinkly, pruney old leather-face sitting next to the 65-year-old, bushy-eyebrowed waggle-jaw in the blue cotton blazer and ascot who's pinching the waitresses asses and calling them "Toots." Start working on your thin-lipped mortified face now.Mr. Apronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00176310548094283074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post-75038425914347900272011-03-16T12:49:27.727-07:002011-03-16T12:49:27.727-07:00I realllly hope I get the opportunity once in my l...I realllly hope I get the opportunity once in my life to tell someone, "Oh, go dip your vagina in duck sauce!" My life would be made.<br /><br />Speaking of looking forward to old age, my male friends tell me the next birthday they're looking forward to is 65, when it's socially acceptable to pinch the asses of diner waitresses and call them "Toots." What do I get?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com